Taste of Revenge

on to the hope that things would improve once the

he dining room and threw something onto the table. The

bracing both hands on the far end o

he fought t

he lease deal for the building

ed at the end o

er, cornering her in the chair. On instinct, Liz sto

y day to keep your legacy standing, but you, with your 'decis

hard, holding

at what yo

to put that idio

ple, pressing with each word as i

stupid... little... fool. Do yo

narrow his eyes and press hard into her temple

back with a l

se all you do is remind them of

ugh her chest at his

k a step toward him. "That I'm no

great-great-grandmother's china shattered against the floor

romised me by now. I assure you we wouldn't be

hard

had cared for her during her pregnancy with Emm

ha

for the umpteenth time. "The in

uses, Elizabeth, and of yo

eyes when she heard tha

my trust fun

ts in your head. Shut your mouth

interrupted him. The little girl's big blue eyes,

ing, but the damage was done. So Liz shoo

er's hair, searching her scent fo

hard's tone shifted, softening to a murmur. "My wo

k the urge to cry so Emma wouldn't

eeting, Liz slipped into his office. Mar

, do you nee

ackage of her favorite chocolates with a tender smile.

rolled her eyes

." She kept her voice steady despite the trembling in her hands.

ndar. While she pretended to look for project infor

on an appointme

er, Velvet Res

mentioned any

" and on her way back to h

to confirm t

Did you find anything in the bank stateme

ns are normal. Restaurants, sho

aid goodbye before ending the call, t

n her browser and

nside the Imperial. Two Michelin stars, chef Armand DuPont. W

thrown at her that morning

her chair. The city seemed to go on at its usual rhythm. Sh

in ten minutes, unable to focus on the report. Until, defeated,

lready waiting for her with her notebooks spread out on the kitchen table, c

the right moments, but her mind sta

on her pajamas, she changed into a simple black dress and said goodbye to th

table with a view of the Velvet restaurant, ordered a glass of wine,

en, with no sign of Richard or

stunning redhead and chef Armand DuPont. For an instant, their eyes met. She looked away

but the feeling of being watched lingere

she overreacting? Losing her mind? One thing was certain: if Richard found her

as a

. She gestured for the waitress and handed o

lee her own paranoia. But the smile of relief twisted on her f

riend, her